In March, I had the opportunity to record a concert by the extremely talented Sofi Nava, a recent PCC graduate who I met on a photo assignment. This was a rather unique experience for me, doing a two-camera shoot totally alone. In terms of lighting and sound, the technical quality was at the mercy of the hall. Some words about how I did it follow the videos.
Enjoy!
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When I discovered that I scheduled a visit to Florida to get away and see an old high school friend in the midst of Spring Break, I at first panicked. It would have been fun when I was a college kid, but it wasn’t exactly what I had in mind for this trip.
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This is an annual tradition at Clearwater Beach, and we were lucky to be there as it was just getting under way. It attracts artists from all over the world, and we were lucky enough to see several of them putting the finishing touches on their work.
The beach’s sand is uniquely fine grained and, with a little water, lends itself to carving. This year’s theme was Sports. For more information, you can visit the Sugar Sand Festival website.
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Edith stood up abruptly and smoothed her skirt, though it was the kind of pleated wool, tartan plaid that had no need of smoothing. It was just an unconscious motion she performed, like a nonverbal paragraph break. It let her remove herself from the preceding few minutes and begin a new subject. She was doing what she was brought up to do. She turned and looked down at him, still sitting on the park bench and told him matter-of-factly, “As I said, we’re just friends.” She only looked at him long enough to complete that brief statement before she turned to walk away down the quiet path that led out of the park.
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“441B North to X-ray,” Mr. McKee called out, hanging up the phone and turning to us who were sitting around, a bit cramped in the office/mailroom that was our base. It was a slow morning so most of us were there. Mr. McKee was great, a career Army noncom, retired after decades serving. Among ourselves, we called him Sarge. He was infallibly fair, almost unflappable, and when he did get frustrated, he was careful not to direct it at anyone (in the room, anyway) and came up with some creative, colorful, expressions to express his displeasure that were always acceptable in mixed company.
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Stanley Chumway knew he was never the kind of person who attracted a lot of notice. He was thin, with nondescript hair and, quite honestly, a nondescript face, of which the glasses he’d worn since the third grade had always been the most prominent feature. Though he would have been an ideal target, not even the schoolyard bullies noticed him. They picked on others who were more noticeable. Now, in his thirties, his hairline was receding, and he would still only wear a hat when it was truly needed for warmth and not style. He was, of course, still single, escaping the recognition of women as well.
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When you start taking lots of photos, whether for fun or for profit, having a great workflow can save you not only time but trouble. And lots of photos can mean lots of both.
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When I’m out shooting sports, what I need to bring back is not all technically sports—what is happening off the field, court, track, pitch, etc. adds to the story. This is especially true with emotion filled school sports. When they’re published, these images garnish the game action shots. Here, I’ve collected some of my favorites from the past year or so to give them a chance to tell a story of their own
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Sarah never slept very well. She’d lie in bed listening to the regular, soft breathing of her little sister Macey and feel jealous. As tired as she could become during the day, usually late morning and early afternoon, now she was awake and sharp as a tack. She would try to will herself to sleep, but that never worked. It would make her worry even more about how tired she’d be the next day if she couldn’t make herself sleep.
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I’m not a medical professional (or any kind of professional, for that matter), I’m just someone who has spent most of their life dealing with depression. Along the way, I learned a few things that helped me. The purpose of writing this is to pass them along in case they’re helpful to somebody else.
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